روايات وقصص ضمن Obsessive Anime

I’m about to tell her to stop talking and call an ambulance when he speaks, his voice low and husky. “You’ve been wanting to slap me for years huh,” he mumbles as he struggles to push up on his elbows. “What the hell is an oaf? Who talks like that?” “It just came to me. I think it means crazy big guy. Seemed appropriate. Are you okay?”

Yoshiki put on a bright smile on the outside while cackling on the inside, he watched Kenchiki's eyes as obsession appeared within the depth of his eyes, the more obsessed someone is with something or someone, the more they cannot see the flaws in those people, Kenchiki was already possessive over him but not obsessed. Since the death of their parents, all Kenchiki obsessed over was making Yoshiki's eyes light up, and over the years it has become his lifelong goal, so to see his Yoshiki's eyes shining triggered it onto the very surface of his brain, now he would do anything to achieve it, even put aside his jealousy. Yoshiki smiled at his accomplished goal. He cackled to himself on the insid

She giggled. "That's not the point, Dee. How do I get myself out of this mess?" she gave me a pointed look. "Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. But how do I control this? I don’t want to be all over the man, panting like a bitch in heat while working for him. Besides, I don't think the man himself is cutting me some slack. He's all dark and brooding, and you know me. I'm gobbling it up." I rolled my eyes.

Nana was trying so hard to convince Olivia that Bernard loved her so much but still Olivia wasn't ready to listen, she shook her head and then yanked her hands away from Nana, maintaining a good distance between them. " No, this..you see this thing you just called love, it's called obsession. As I said before, it was only one night's stand, I don't know him from Adam, I have never met this man before now. So tell me how can I be in love with a man that always looks for the slightest opportunity to kidnap me? If this is what you call love then I am sorry to say that this is not love, he shouldn't try to force me into loving him, perhaps he should have to attend lectures on how to handle women

,, Taapur ate in silent and thought how to deal the situation of her life Mostly how to deal Cracked , Obsessive , mad ABHIMANYU SINGH RATHORE Taapur understood him but sometimes his Obsessiveness broke her . Taapur knew that Abhimanyu was different from other man and It was not that he didn't understand romance . It was that no one liked his version of Romance . Complete Obsessive Type . . It was simple and to the point without wrapping in any colourful envelope . It was neither a promise , nor a romantic poem and there was nothing more beautiful than words in the world and yet there were also the most vicious

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his

It immediately struck me as a nice name. "My name is Kim." Ezra sat back in his seat, but without turning his back on me. "What are you reading Kim? A romance novel?" I frowned. Not in a thousand years. "Not at all, I'm just studying. And you?" "I'm reading a little about human anatomy. I never tire of rereading my favorite books." Ana returned with Ezra's request and began to talk to him in a very subtle way. She had a very outgoing personality and made friends very easily, just the opposite of me. I focused on my computer and pretended I wasn't listening to anything.

Perhaps, a few days away from her was going to do the trick. He felt a shiver run through him as something warm encompassed his cock. He looked down to see Leila working him vigorously with her mouth. He growled dangerously and grabbed her auburn hair pulling her backwards. His cock fell out of her mouth and stood at attention. His eyes flashed as he looked down at her from his lofty position. "I fucking told you to be obedient and only do as I say." He told her and growled at her furiously. It wasn't that he wasn't pleased with the way she had done, what he feared most was that he was going to get used to her. And that was the last thing he wanted.